I’m not sure what woke me up first, the crashes and booms of a terrific thunderstorm and drumming of heavy rain or Sam’s frightened screams and pleas for mummy. I leapt from my cosy bed and charged into the other room to rescue my little boy. He was sat bolt upright on the bed in tears and yelling “clouds! clouds!” but the anguish all over his face melted when he looked up and saw I had come to give him cuddles. Being a mum can be mighty powerful. I scooped my little precious bundle up, and once we had NawNee, Digger, Sandigger, Daddydumptruck and Bagpuss safely gathered up and ready for a ride, we headed back to huddle with Daddy in the big bed.
A reassured Sam paid no more heed to the storm and his attention turned to his belly. Prompted by Daddy, he decided that pancakes would be a good breakfast on such a miserable morning and so downstairs we went and I was put to work in the kitchen.
After the last pancake was scarfed Daddy and Sam were happily playing together in the lounge Bea and I retreated back to my bed to catch up on needed sleep. Two hours later I woke up refreshed and happily greeted the glorious hot sunny day that had chased away the storm. Daddy wasn’t feeling quite so perky though as those two hours of solitude with energetic Sam had left him quite frazzled and getting grumpy. He was obviously needing a relaxing trip to the beach, and what do you know? We’re on holiday! There’s a beach mere paces from our doorstep! Hoorah!
Swimming costumes were clambered into, a squirming boy wrestled to the floor to apply sun screen, Sandigger and spade retrieved, and we were off.
Another wonderful morning was spent getting sandy and salty watching Sam digging and splashing. Sam made a four legged friend and enjoyed a game of fetch with a nice black labrador who was as excited to be on the beach and playing in the sea as Sam was.
We had a break in the afternoon back at the house and away from the high sun before venturing out to enjoy a family stroll and watch the sun go down in the evening. This was absolutely magical. Bill and I idly pondered the beach looking for intact shells and then Sam threw himself into the act with gusto. By the time we had completed our walk Bill’s shorts were weighed down with all the specimens that Sam had declared “pretty shells!” and forced into Daddy’s pockets.
Sam also got crazy in the water that evening and we were very glad to have made him wear his harness. He kept flinging himself into the surf and seemed to enjoy the waves dragging him away along the beach. Daddy had to really keep tight grip on the reins to prevent our little waterbaby from belly boarding away. Sam had a blast while Daddy and I teetered between concern and hysterics.
To get to the beach boardwalk you have to pass the beach front swimming pool. On our way back we couldn’t resist a dip. Sam got to show Daddy his real swimming skills and splashed and chuckled his way around the pool clutching onto a pool noodle. Daddy was suitably impressed. Meanwhile I revelled in taking the weight off my beach ball tummy. Bobbing about in deep water felt really good after my ache inducing waddle-trudge along the beach.
It was a perfect end to a fantastic day. Sam slept soundly again that night, and so did I.